Sith's Awakening - a Starwars story

𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 - 𝖡𝖫𝖴𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖣

"That's mine!" Leta gasped, shocked to see her weapon, as it somehow found it's way back to her after being long departed. She adjusted her feet, standing in between Striker and Ducky, practically pinned with air. His arrival complicated things and she knew he was here to throw her right back to the Storm sisters, which was a tiring duo to escape from.

Ducky rolled his shoulders challengingly, even so massaging his finger pads against the fine metal abrasively, keeping eye contact with Erollisi the entire time. "It was. She's mine now, and soon you'll be too." He nodded his head just in time for Striker to take out a blaster, pointing it blankly at Leta.

It was enough she was practically frozen, hands up and far away from the deadly blade of her own property, sadly pitted against her. "You're cheap, asshole," the former padawan growled under her breath, trying her best to keep a keen eye on the two at her flanks. "I think you want too much. Nothing will appease Wexo— do you not understand you'll never be enough for him?" She bore her eyes into his, her body beginning to tremble with adrenaline as he inched ever so closer. "You think you'll own me, when you don't even own yourself."

Ducky stood in front of Leta, inching the blue, buzzing blade ever so closer to her neck, which she craned backwards yet the radiant heat was still felt over the sensitive skin. "You're calling me cheap." His voice was down in a whisper, teeth bore and eyes wild with anger, yet he was somewhat regal. "I know what psychological manipulation is and I really think you should try harder. I expected more from a jedi, yet you recklessly stray from their own display of mental abuse. Funny— it's very ironic actually."

Leta ground her teeth at every word he said and how close he managed to get by the passing seconds which felt like minutes to hours. "I never went under such things. The temple was accepting and far better than Wexo's sham spice hut!" Her words spat like fireballs of anger, straight onto Ducky's face. He only grinned.

"You're lying to yourself. Look at your friend, Soe'kon Strike. You two were brilliant friends. You could say that you, Leta, started to see him as close. You stand for the Jedi, who've only taken, hurt, and shone over everyone else. They've left scars you're sadly ignorant to. Don't you see it, fighting for them isn't worth it- the jedi were never perfect. Wake up, Erollisi." Ducky fiddled with her saber, teasing it against her neck.

Leta did, for a moment consider it. There was no way anyone was perfect. Far from it, actually. Yet, she truly trusted her masters. Ji and Luke were always so insightful and wise.. she was, clueless and naive. One could assume but what she knew in her heart, is that they were far better than the people who abandoned her there. She hissed in pain, her saber touching against her skin ever so slightly was excruciating. Before she knew it chaos was a fly.

Ducky had skidded across the shop, lightsaber flinging elsewhere. Striker was also far from Leta. The force spoke hand in hand with her fingertips, allowing herself time to lunge forward and grab her departed weapon.

"Where do you think you're going!?" Striker shouted from behind the counter, pointing his blaster over it and taking blind shots her way. Leta averted the swift fire, rolling across the tile floor, lightsaber now in hand.

Ducky flinched, glass taking flight around him but the only thing in his sight was Erollisi. He was entranced for a moment, fixing his eyes on the flurry of dramatic colors as she attempted to deflect the attacks.

"Kriff." Leta was still glued to the ground, trying her best to avoid the fray of destroyed merchandise and blaster fire itself. Her eye caught for a split moment, Ducky pouncing on top of her. It was so quick, her wrist fixed down with his boot, the other knee pressed directly into her stomach. "AH-"

Ducky loomed over her, trying his best to detain the woman as she thrashed and kicked, rolling her wrist to try and land a hit on him. "Stop fighting, Jedi. Your novice attempts at fighting aren't working, if you haven't noticed."